Vipers Den Part Three
Name- Taylor Jane Seymour.
Age- Thirty-three and counting.
Occupation- I work as a stylist at Vipers Den beauty salon.
Bio- I’m thirty-three and single. Obviously, otherwise I wouldn’t be filling out this damn singles profile.
I can’t believe it’s come to this.
I’ve been pining over Nate Summers since he sauntered his fine arse into the Den two years ago. I quickly came to the conclusion he was gay since he was applying for a job as a nail technician. All the hopes and dreams I had conjured up in the six minutes it took for the words nail tech to come out of his mouth, blew up in my face faster than I had time to make them. But let me tell you, they were freaking HOT hopes and dreams.
It took another six months for me to realise he was, in fact, not gay but very much straight. That’s when the hoping and dreaming started up again.
Unfortunately for me, it was glaringly obvious that I wasn’t his type. He tended to go for the soft-spoken, airhead bimbo kind of girls. The ones that batted their eyelashes at him and pretended they were naïve and innocent. I was anything but soft-spoken, and shy—forget it.
I saw what I wanted, and I went for it. That’s just who I was, except in this instance. My mind was made up, Nate was the perfect guy. I wanted, more than anything, to have an actual relationship with him but I knew I wasn’t what he looked for in a woman, and my heart couldn’t take the rejection that I knew would come from me declaring my undying love.
So, for the first time in my life, I kept my big mouth shut. I had to protect myself. Having a plutonic friendship with him, was better than having a broken heart and making things weird between us.
It will be my thirty-fourth birthday in three weeks’ time, and I’ve been broody for the last four years. I see a baby and my uterus hurts, I want one for myself so badly, I crave a family of my own, so much so that I’ve started to consider going the turkey baster route. Even though being a single mum isn’t the ideal situation, it’s looking like that may be my only option.
I slammed the lid to my laptop with a huff and slumped back in my seat. Finding a guy online wasn’t the answer. I knew who I wanted a relationship with, I knew who I wanted to start a family with. My chest tightened as I tried to fight back the tears that were inevitably on their way. But it didn’t work. A single tear escaped before I could stop it. Sneaky little bastard.
I allowed myself to have a little pity party for a few minutes before I pulled myself together enough to put my laptop away and throw my dinner in the microwave. Then I poured myself a big-arse glass of wine. Tonight would be spent getting drunk by myself and wallowing in self-pity while watching The Backup Plan. If J-Lo could make it work and score Alex O’Loughlin then surely I could work something out.
Age- Thirty-three and counting.
Occupation- I work as a stylist at Vipers Den beauty salon.
Bio- I’m thirty-three and single. Obviously, otherwise I wouldn’t be filling out this damn singles profile.
I can’t believe it’s come to this.
I’ve been pining over Nate Summers since he sauntered his fine arse into the Den two years ago. I quickly came to the conclusion he was gay since he was applying for a job as a nail technician. All the hopes and dreams I had conjured up in the six minutes it took for the words nail tech to come out of his mouth, blew up in my face faster than I had time to make them. But let me tell you, they were freaking HOT hopes and dreams.
It took another six months for me to realise he was, in fact, not gay but very much straight. That’s when the hoping and dreaming started up again.
Unfortunately for me, it was glaringly obvious that I wasn’t his type. He tended to go for the soft-spoken, airhead bimbo kind of girls. The ones that batted their eyelashes at him and pretended they were naïve and innocent. I was anything but soft-spoken, and shy—forget it.
I saw what I wanted, and I went for it. That’s just who I was, except in this instance. My mind was made up, Nate was the perfect guy. I wanted, more than anything, to have an actual relationship with him but I knew I wasn’t what he looked for in a woman, and my heart couldn’t take the rejection that I knew would come from me declaring my undying love.
So, for the first time in my life, I kept my big mouth shut. I had to protect myself. Having a plutonic friendship with him, was better than having a broken heart and making things weird between us.
It will be my thirty-fourth birthday in three weeks’ time, and I’ve been broody for the last four years. I see a baby and my uterus hurts, I want one for myself so badly, I crave a family of my own, so much so that I’ve started to consider going the turkey baster route. Even though being a single mum isn’t the ideal situation, it’s looking like that may be my only option.
I slammed the lid to my laptop with a huff and slumped back in my seat. Finding a guy online wasn’t the answer. I knew who I wanted a relationship with, I knew who I wanted to start a family with. My chest tightened as I tried to fight back the tears that were inevitably on their way. But it didn’t work. A single tear escaped before I could stop it. Sneaky little bastard.
I allowed myself to have a little pity party for a few minutes before I pulled myself together enough to put my laptop away and throw my dinner in the microwave. Then I poured myself a big-arse glass of wine. Tonight would be spent getting drunk by myself and wallowing in self-pity while watching The Backup Plan. If J-Lo could make it work and score Alex O’Loughlin then surely I could work something out.
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